Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Hungary and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The New Christs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
Wire,
Thompson Twins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang On A Can,
Gang of Four,
Blancmange,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
Hashim,
Sparks,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II,
Cluster,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Icehouse,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.